Self-Injury: A Struggle

Self-Injury Song - The Final

[Translated from Japanese]

I watch my purpose disappear...
My left hand unable to write the words.
Every time I shed blood, my reason for living...
The words come to me clearly.

In my hands, even my beloved is scattered gloriously
In my hands, even if I cut the meaning of my life in,
I know it's a meaningless flower.

One, two and growing... why do I become the humorless feed?

The Final
The deep prison at my core, I can never return.
A masochistic loser unable to feel tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life.

In my hands, even my beloved is scattered gloriously
In my hands, even if I cut the meaning of my life in,
Perishes a meaningless flower.

So I can't live, so I can't live
Yes, that which I've lost
So I can't live, so I can't live
can't be made again.
So I can't live, so I can't live
the song doesn't even seek
So I can't live, so I can't live
to prove my life
Let's put an end... The Final

I'll make the bud of a suicide attempt blossom.

-The Final, Dir En Grey

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